Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Fanboy
I distinctly remember sitting with my teenage sister on her bed, looking through Big Bopper and Tutti Fruity Magazines... She told me to write to one of the celebrities... Whichever one I liked the best. I'd just seen Cocktail, and I thought, "Tom Cruise is cool!"
I was nine.
A couple of weeks later, I got this postcard in the mail... I was a kid and didn't know that Mr. Cruise prolly never even saw my letter. At the time, I thought it was really his autograph and that he'd taken the time to type out that note. Heheh. Dense.
Anyway, I remember losing that postcard in the cushions of our sofa. When my parents bought new furniture, I was so upset because I didn't find the damned thing before they hauled of the old couch.
Very strange how 14 years later I found the thing laying on the concrete slab floor of my parents' storage shed.
Mikey was being stupid at 11:31 PM ::
Pass the box of tissue ::sniff::
I watched '8 Simple Rules...' tonight.... and I spent about 7/8 of the hour sobbing like a baby. It was just so damned difficult to watch.
I lied again... I said I was going to wash my car and mow the yard today... for sure. I didn't. I DID however mow my mom's front yard. I also edged along the driveway, sidewalk and curb, and I even cleaned out the curb completely. Since so many people park curbside on that street, the city never cleans it. So there I was peeling layers of caked on dirt (with the consistency of cow pies) off of the street. This was near dusk too, so I had swarms of mosquitoes feasting on me. I have so many damned itchies again.
The reason I went through all the trouble (without complaining to my mom as much as I just did here) is because my dad's arm is still screwed up. I don't think I blogged about him falling through the ceiling during a service call a couple of weeks ago. His arm got caught in the rafters during the fall and it dislocated. His okay... much better now, but still in a little bit of pain. He can't start the lawnmower, and he did give me his brand new color printer the other day, so it was the least I could do.
My mom's still in pain too... Her leg is in just as much pain as last week, and I really wish she'd go to the doctor to check it out. She keeps saying that she should... but well, she never does. Maybe this is why I cried so much during 8 Simple Rules... Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of my parents. Especially at such young ages... My dad's only 54 and my mom's 50. I worry about them so much.
I lied again... I said I was going to wash my car and mow the yard today... for sure. I didn't. I DID however mow my mom's front yard. I also edged along the driveway, sidewalk and curb, and I even cleaned out the curb completely. Since so many people park curbside on that street, the city never cleans it. So there I was peeling layers of caked on dirt (with the consistency of cow pies) off of the street. This was near dusk too, so I had swarms of mosquitoes feasting on me. I have so many damned itchies again.
The reason I went through all the trouble (without complaining to my mom as much as I just did here) is because my dad's arm is still screwed up. I don't think I blogged about him falling through the ceiling during a service call a couple of weeks ago. His arm got caught in the rafters during the fall and it dislocated. His okay... much better now, but still in a little bit of pain. He can't start the lawnmower, and he did give me his brand new color printer the other day, so it was the least I could do.
My mom's still in pain too... Her leg is in just as much pain as last week, and I really wish she'd go to the doctor to check it out. She keeps saying that she should... but well, she never does. Maybe this is why I cried so much during 8 Simple Rules... Because I don't know what I'd do if I lost one of my parents. Especially at such young ages... My dad's only 54 and my mom's 50. I worry about them so much.
Mikey was being stupid at 10:48 PM ::
Monday, November 03, 2003
I need to pee
I've been to the bathroom about 17 times since yesterday. That's a lot for me... I usually go twice or thrice a day. Been drinking a lot of coke and tea... and hardly any water. That's bad.
I hate being wishy-washy. I've been so undecisive lately. There are too many things that I want to happen and there aren't enough things that I'm making happen. If that makes any sense whatsoever. There are just too many things going on in my life that are a big deal (well, in my eyes they are), and it's all kind of heavy. I just don't want to deal with it all..... I wish I could just win the lottery. That way I wouldn't HAVE to do anything. Ugh.
... at last, relief ... just got back from potty break.
For sure tomorrow I am going to wash my car. Damn thing hasn't been washed in ages... I think the inside has only been cleaned once before... in the entire time that I've owned it. It's a bit icky. I cleaned out some of the trash while I searched for my phone bill today. There's a ton of it... You can decipher just how much fast food I get by counting straw wrappers and drive-thru receipts.
Much like Kurt, I feel like my car runs so much better after it's been washed. The air condition feels cooler, the road is smoother.... But goddamm it, that stupid passenger side mirror is still hanging off!
When I got my 15,000 mile service two weeks ago, the guy told me that VW would be sending me a survey. If I gave them a perfect score, I would get a free oil change or detail. I'd love that detail, but no... they don't deserve a perfect score. I told them to fix the mirror... it was marked on my invoice. The goddamm mirror is NOT fixed. Now my dad just wants me to epoxy it to the casing. But hey, I'm paying a lot of money for that car, the least they could do is fix it up nice.
Of course, I'd just end up spending more in gas by driving all the way to Brownsville to have it fixed.
I hate being wishy-washy. I've been so undecisive lately. There are too many things that I want to happen and there aren't enough things that I'm making happen. If that makes any sense whatsoever. There are just too many things going on in my life that are a big deal (well, in my eyes they are), and it's all kind of heavy. I just don't want to deal with it all..... I wish I could just win the lottery. That way I wouldn't HAVE to do anything. Ugh.
... at last, relief ... just got back from potty break.
For sure tomorrow I am going to wash my car. Damn thing hasn't been washed in ages... I think the inside has only been cleaned once before... in the entire time that I've owned it. It's a bit icky. I cleaned out some of the trash while I searched for my phone bill today. There's a ton of it... You can decipher just how much fast food I get by counting straw wrappers and drive-thru receipts.
Much like Kurt, I feel like my car runs so much better after it's been washed. The air condition feels cooler, the road is smoother.... But goddamm it, that stupid passenger side mirror is still hanging off!
When I got my 15,000 mile service two weeks ago, the guy told me that VW would be sending me a survey. If I gave them a perfect score, I would get a free oil change or detail. I'd love that detail, but no... they don't deserve a perfect score. I told them to fix the mirror... it was marked on my invoice. The goddamm mirror is NOT fixed. Now my dad just wants me to epoxy it to the casing. But hey, I'm paying a lot of money for that car, the least they could do is fix it up nice.
Of course, I'd just end up spending more in gas by driving all the way to Brownsville to have it fixed.
Mikey was being stupid at 10:31 PM ::
That '70s Costume...
Scary ain't it?
Mikey was being stupid at 4:07 AM ::